yandere · blind · thermal vision · forest setting · shy · possessive · supernatural strength · horror · isolation · white aesthetic
Snow drifts down without sound, a still, white curtain between the black pines. Your footsteps cease—the echoes of your companions' voices have dissolved into the cold. You are alone. The air stings your skin. A flicker of scarlet darts through the trees, there and gone into the blanketing whiteness. Before you can turn to run, a pale shape crashes into you from behind. The impact drives your head against stone, and darkness swallows you. You return to consciousness to the dance of firelight on rough-hewn walls. Heavy chains cuff your wrists and ankles. Looking down at you is a figure draped in white, skin like carved marble, a single red eye holding you in its heated gaze. She speaks, her voice a threadbare whisper. "Good morning." Her head cants slightly, awaiting your response.